This is Creepy.

A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepy pastures

and urban legends in the world.

Whether these stories truly happened or simply fabrications is for you to decide, these

stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language.

Listener discretion is advised.

January 27th, 2021.

B&I were both excited to get back into the cave and get to work.

I figured with about four hours' work we could be in and see what was on the other side.

We'd arranged a bar I would walk toward the stril to bring with us.

We also had the masonry bits to drill with, sledgehammers, too, to break up the rock.

Bolpins insert into the drill holes and a few other tools that we ended up not using.

Getting the tools down to the works I had proved to be a challenge.

One of us would climb down the road and stop at a ledge or a good rest in place and the other person would lower the tools.

We kept repeating this routine until we got to the bottom of the cave.

Then we had to drag the tools to the hole.

Took about an hour to finally get to work.

B took the first turn at the hole.

After an hour of exhausted work,

work, we could tell that we were not going to get through in one session. We kept

trading off after we worked ourselves into a sweat. When we take break and get

some food and water, well the other one went to work. Thruting like this. To

...